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Karry kindly wrote in to tell us how much the butterflies
(especially the Owls and the Blue Morpho) at the Magic of Life Butterfly House in
Aberystwyth enjoy supping on our smoothies. Apparently they never
enjoyed concentrated juice, so they're pretty switched on insects.

This is a female Mocker Swallowtail from
Tanzania feasting on some of our pineapples, bananas and coconuts
smoothie

The Magic of Life Trust has been set up to increase the
awareness of the natural world, and if you go along, you'll not
only get a personal tour, but they'll tell you all about the
plants, butterflies and rainforests. So, if you're in the area, and
stuck for somewhere to take the kids during the holidays, or you
just fancy looking at butterflies, pop down there. We'll leave you
with a picture of Semperi, a swallowtail only found in the
Philippines. And now Aberystwyth.

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Hello, I'm Row and I'm one of the People's Champions here at
innocent. Apparently I have some very strange/strong phobias so I
thought I'd share my top three with you. Maybe you've got just the
thing to help me - all phobia-combatting advice welcome.

My third worst phobia: Ventriloquists
(automatonophobia)

Weirdly, I can handle Orville, but
it's the ones that look like people that I get freaked by. There's
one man who leaves his dummy on the stage whilst he walks off, and
the dummy starts looking round and talking all on his own. That's
just not right.

My second worst phobia: Clowns
(coulrophobia)

It all stems from a scary clown experience I had as
a teenager. It involved a clown at a friend's little sister's
birthday party who began by chasing us teenagers around as well as
the little kids. I just remember his big feet kept slapping on my
feet, and I definitely wasn't laughing. I ended up locking myself
in the loo downstairs to get away from him, only to have him start
tapping on the door. I tell you, the film It had nothing on this
clown.

This stems from my twin sister insisting we watch Jaws before
going swimming, combined with her telling me 'the shark's gone, you
can look now', only for me to drop the cushion I was holding and
see Jaws still gnawing away at someone's leg. This phobia is so bad
I can't even look at a picture of a Great White in attack mode
without shrieking. To try to make a step forward and because I
couldn't bring myself to look at a picture of a real shark, I've
drawn one, which you can see below. My old A Level art teachers
would be so proud.*

* clearly I did textiles and not painting/drawing.

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This isn't we-won-a-prize week, but we did win another prize.
And seeing as this one was on the telly, it seems churlish not to
give you a blow by blow account, almost as if you'd watched it on
the box:

The show
begins. It's on prime time ITV,
just like Coronation Street and Heartbeat. Proper telly.

Here's Gordon. He'll be presenting the prize for 'Business
Achievement'.

"Could it be us?" Adam wonders. Jon and Richard say nothing and
smile, whilst the women behind them fall asleep.

"Blimey," says Adam, "we've won." Jon is excited and quickly looks
down to check that his shoes are on the right feet.

"Thank you Gordon" says Jon. "And good luck with the new job."

"I knew we shouldn't have let him collect the prize," think Jon and
Richard.

Rubbish captions aside, we were very surprised and extrememly
chuffed to win. As Adam said in his acceptance speech, "I'd
just like to thank my hairdresser" we couldn't have done it
without the people who drink our drinks. Without you, we'd be a
useless business. So thank you, again. We've got a lot to be
grateful for.